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Ginny finished the final draft of her ad, and placed it into an envelope. She then walked down to the mailbox on the street, and stood there for a moment. Here goes. Ginny opened the mailbox and dropped the letter inside. She then put up the red flag, and stared for a moment. She was really doing this. She was getting a new roommate. Oh Jesus, this should be interesting.
Chapter Five: Tales of a Tipsy Twenty-Two Year Old
Two weeks later a very disgruntled Ginny Weasley sat at her kitchen counter. She was frustrated for a number of reasons. The first and most pressing at the moment, was that no one had yet replied to her ad in the paper. Nerves were taking over, and Ginny was starting to get very anxious. She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs. Nothing was working out at the moment. The second problem was that Ginny still didn't have a new job. There wasn't any way her old boss was going to give her a good word on her job applications. So that option was out.
"ARGGGGGGG!" Ginny shouted to an empty house.
"My stupid boss. No recommendations for me, no not at all..." Ginny started mumbling under her breath.
"I'M GOING TO GO CRAZY!" Ginny cried out to one in particular.
Oh god, I already am.
Ginny decided that if she didn't get out of the house, then she'd probably have a mental breakdown. So she slid on her flip-flops, and walked out of the house, locking the door behind her. Deciding that she needed a good drive, Ginny jumped into her Jeep Wrangler. She sped out of the driveway, and onto the street. Then she took off out of the area, and began driving to the unknown. She had no clue where she was going, but she knew that she needed to get out of her town. Ginny reached over and turned the radio up to full blast and started belting out a song. More like screaming it.
"Oh yeah, alright. Take it easy baby, make it last all night. She was an American girl!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
Ginny was snapped out of her insane moment by the sound of laughter. She turned to see a car full of guys at the red light next to her. Her cheeks turned red, and she felt herself sink into her seat. The guys smiled at her, and so Ginny decided to smile back. The light was about to turn green, and on a whim Ginny did something she would never ordinarily do. She blew the boys a kiss. They whistled, and she sped away, leaving them behind. Ginny chuckled to herself, and decided to pull off for a bite to eat.
A sign was pointing to a small Italian restaurant, and she decided to just stop there. Ginny parked the car and stepped out into the fading light. The sky was blood red, and the sun was slowly sinking behind the trees. Ginny pulled open the doors, and stepped into the freezing cold of the restaurant. For a moment, she looked around taking everything in. Then she saw him. She would recognize that blond hair anywhere. He was sitting with another woman. He was kissing her. Suddenly, Ginny felt a rage that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She stormed over to the table and appeared right in front of them.
"You bloody bastard! How could you do this to me?" Ginny screamed.
"What do you mean?" Adam replied stupidly.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? You know exactly what I mean!" she yelled back.
"Look Ginny, I'm sorry." Adam replied.
"You're sorry? SORRY?" Ginny raged.
"Well to be honest Ginny, you weren't paying much attention to me. Emotionally, and uh, sexually."
"Oh so this is what this is about? You haven't been getting enough stupid bloody sex?" she shrieked.
"You know what? You can go screw yourself!" Ginny shouted.
Not caring how it looked, Ginny picked up Adam's wine glass and flung the dark liquid all over him. Then she pulled back her arm, and punched him square in the nose. With that, Ginny stormed from the restaurant. Hot tears started to fall from her eyes as she jumped into her Jeep and drove off. Salty water continued to flow in rivers down her face on the drive home. Once Ginny had let herself into her apartment, she broke down. Ginny cried for what seemed like hours before she finally stopped. And when she did, she was no longer sad. No, now she was just angry as all hell. I'm going to bloody kill him. I'm going to chop off his head, and feed it to a pack of hellhounds. Ginny began to laugh at the absurdity of the thought. Before long, she was laughing hysterically about absolutely nothing. I really have lost it. After lying on the couch for a minute longer, Ginny got up and walked into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge with more force than intended, and the door went flying off the fridge.
"Bloody great!" she screamed.
Just take deep breaths. All right that's it! Reaching into the now exposed fridge, Ginny pulled out a beer. Removing the cap, she tilted it back and downed it all in one sip. Much better. Ginny reached in and pulled out another beer. After downing around six or so, she was completely trashed. Giggling uncontrollably, she stumbled over to her kitchen counter. The light on her answering machine was flashing, and Ginny pressed the button to play the messages back. A deep, warm, male voice filled the room.
"Hi. I was calling about the ad you put in the paper. I would be interested in sharing an apartment with you. I need a place to stay, and it'd be great if you hadn't had any offers, and I could maybe room with you. Oh uh my name's Larry by the way. I'm going to stop by tomorrow at around 3:00 if that's okay. See you then."
The answering machine beeped, and the room was silent. Larry, Larry, Larry. What a nice name. Ginny giggled again, and staggered out of her kitchen. She walked drunkenly back into the living room, and then promptly passed out on the floor.
"Oh god. My head." Ginny grumbled as she rolled over.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and Ginny scanned the room. The morning sunlight was streaming in through the windows, and making her eyes burn. Why in the name of all that is holy, am I lying on the floor? She sat there confused for a moment, and then it all came back to her. Oh crimeny. I suppose I had a tad too much to drink. Then suddenly, she remembered the message on her answering machine. Ginny turned her head slowly toward the clock, afraid of what it might tell her. It read one thirty.
"DAMMIT!" Ginny yelled out loud.
She quickly sat up, only to find that she had a massive migraine and was extremely dizzy. Slowly, her head fell back onto the floor as she tried to figure out her situation. Larry is coming in an hour and a half. The house is a complete mess, and I have a bloody hangover. Perfect, just peachy, she thought to herself sarcastically. I have to get up. No more of this. Although this is one of those times where being a witch might actually come in handy. I could make a hangover potion. But I won't. I swore that off. Ginny let out a frustrated sigh, and stood up as slowly as humanly possible. The pain, the agony. She shuffled into the bathroom, and jumped into the shower.
After taking a shower, Ginny began to pick up the apartment. When she stepped into the kitchen, a cry escaped her lips. The door of the fridge was completely removed. After trying for thirty minutes to fix it, she finally succeeded. Panting and breathing heavily, Ginny lay down on the cool tile floor. A few minutes later she stood up and brushed herself off. She had to pull herself together. He would be there in a few minutes.
Sure enough, around ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Ginny removed herself from the couch and walked slowly over to the door. She hesitated for a minute, and then pulled the door open. Ginny took one look at the person standing there, and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, promptly passed out.
A/N: Don't you just love me? Leaving you at a cliffhanger like that. :) But I hope you liked this chapter! Read and REVIEW! Thanks!